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Exposition

Inciting Incident

Rising Action

My mom walks in, displeased that I haven’t cleaned my room. “Naomi, please, I beg you, get out of bed.” Her voice spills with concern, but I ignore her cries. “ I don’t want to get up and go outside. What’s the point of going outside? There’s nothing out there that will fix my illness.” I can sense she is heartbroken by my response, but she doesn’t show it. Her face is stolid and emotionless. “Fine, have it your way. Get ready because we have your doctors appointment soon." ﻿

Climax

I didn't want to go to the doctors. They say the same thing they always do; my disease is incurable. After my check-up, my mother was abruptly pulled into the back room. When she came back in, she said they had bad news. She sat me down on the bed and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Honey, the doctors said you only have 10 days left to live." I was so shocked I didn't respond. She kept trying to tell me how sorry she was. The only thing I told her was to take me home.

Falling Action

Once I got home, I sat down on my bed. I still couldn't believe the news. I’m dying. I’m only 14 and I will die in 10 days. What have I done in my life? I will die and no one will remember me. I decided in that moment that I was going to make the most of the next 10 days. I cleaned my room, went to a carnival, went swimming with dolphins, and even went skydiving. The last 10 days were the best days of my life and I finally felt alive. Why did I ever think my illness was holding me back?﻿

Resolution

Today was the final day and I was supposed to die. I laid on my bed with my mother sitting at my feet. She smiled at me and I smiled back. I was happy I made the most of my last days. I wish I would have done something with my life and didn't stay inside all those years. If I could go back in time, I would tell myself to not be ashamed of my illness. ﻿

My mother told me to stand since she had something to tell me. She told me how proud she was of me for going outside and enjoying my life. She rambled on and on about how she told me all along to go out. I should've listened to her before because she was only doing the best for me. Finally, she told me the news. ﻿

I fall to my knees because I'm too distraught to stand. Her words ring in my ear. I can't believe what I'm hearing. My mom's words couldn't be true. I never really had 10 days to live.